April 9th 2010 10:26 am
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It has been a long time since I've had a chance to write anything. First, Grandpa got sick and there was a variety of visitors in the apartment staying with us while they were down to visit with him. Then mom and Grandma got really sad and cried a lot and we haven't seen Grandpa anymore. That's really too bad because he gave good scritches when I'd come out and socialize. But I tried to comfort mom the best I could - mostly by just letting her hold me and love me. I'm a giver.

Then the boxes started showing up. Big boxes, little boxes, in-between boxes. And mom started packing stuff in the boxes and slowly the apartment got emptier and emptier. Although Sophie and I enjoyed playing in the boxes, we were sort of concerned that either A) we'd get put in a box and taken somewhere with all the rest of the stuff; or B) that we wouldn't get to go with the rest of the stuff. But finally, around November of last year, mom packed Sophie and me in our carriers and put us in the van with a bunch of other stuff and we went on a road trip.

Sophie doesn't get too bothered by roadtrips since she goes to the vet quite frequently, but me, I'm a healthy piece of manflesh, so I don't have to go all that often. So I'll admit it. I was a wee bit anxious. Mom says I wailed the entire 30 minute trip, but I don't think it was that bad. Although when we drove through the drive-thru to pick up dinner, I did try to make myself clear to the nice lady on the other side of the window, but I don't think she understood - she just gave mom her pizza and we drove off.

We ended up at Grandma's house. Sophie and I had been there to visit for Christmas for a couple of years, but neither experience made me very excited about this visit. Especially since there's already another cat here! Her name is Winifred and she's very noisy and she's a kitten so she isn't as mature as I am. The first couple of weeks, Sophie and I assumed that we were just visiting, but then mom's furniture and our kitty condo arrived and we figured we were here to stay.

I made friends with Winifred and she's ok. She likes to wrestle and play with me more than Sophie does, so that's good. And she likes to help me with bath time too.